I will give away a $5.00 Evernight Gift Card and a pouch of Guatemalan Worry Dolls. They are adorable! Just tuck them under your pillow at night and they'll do all the worrying for you, and you'll get a good night's sleep...or so the story goes.

Living
alone hadn’t been an issue until her libido began playing cruel tricks on
her. It seemed every sight, smell, and
sound made her think of sex. And Eve had a problem—she couldn’t get men to
notice her. She’d been practically throwing herself at cute strangers in hopes
of kindling some interest. Nothing. Last
week she’d sunk to her lowest point and tried to seduce the blond grocery boy
in the fresh produce section. He was in his mid-twenties and hotter than hell.
The way he rolled his short sleeves up over his biceps made her body coil
tight. She had no doubt he’d have the stamina to rock her world and give her
body exactly what it craved. But when she asked him to help her find a long,
thick cucumber, he appeared oblivious and called her “ma’am”. She quickly lost
her bravado. Eve was thirty-seven, not twenty. He probably saw her as a mother figure,
which only soured her daring mood.

Who am I kidding? She was past her
prime. Eve should have acted when she’d had the chance, when she was young and
full of life. She’d thrown away any hopes for fun and excitement, choosing to
spend years studying accounting and economics. Now where was she? Pushing
pencils in a stuffy office five days a week. Weekends were a mix of Netflix, romance
novels, take-out food, and cuddling with her cats. It had been satisfying
enough until a few months ago.

Now Eve was tired
of being prim and proper. Her body was telling her something. She needed a man.
Desperately. At this point, she wouldn’t even be picky, wouldn’t even expect
more than one night. It was just about sating her base needs, a quick romp
where nobody got hurt because there were no expectations beyond sex.

Her unfulfilled
desires outweighed her exhaustion. The weekend was waiting for her. She refused
to sit idly by when her body was riper than a cat in heat. Eve sat up, ignoring
her aches, and reached for the telephone book on the coffee table. She leafed
through the pages until she came to the plumbing ads.

Oh, yeah! “I’ll get a man delivered
right to my door,” she said. She could imagine him now—tall, dark and handsome
like her crush at the office. He’d be wearing a navy blue uniform and a cute
little matching hat like in the commercials. She had it all planned out in an
instant. Eve would be wearing something skimpy and corner him in the bathroom
while he checked her pipes. She’d make sure she was more than obvious about her
intentions. He could fuck her right on the bathroom counter for all she cared.
It just needed to happen. Tonight. If
people could die from abstinence, or implode from horniness, she’d be a
casualty before dinner.

Two hours later,
the buzzer sounded. Her heart began to race. She’d called a plumber for emergency
service and all her plumbing was in working order. In fact, it wasn’t even her
responsibility to call trades people since she was in a rental unit.

A couple minutes
after buzzing him into the building, her door knocked. Oh my God, what have I done?